Her grief was so big and wild it terrified her, like an evil beast that had erupted from under the floorboards.

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?" "Yes," said Harry stiffly. "Yes, sir." "There's no need to call me "sir" Professor." The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying.

Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?

When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him. Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow -- we're identical!

He must have known I'd want to leave you." "No, he must have known you would always want to come back.

You will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me.